![]() He couldn’t believe he was venting to, of all people, a kid about this. “To require sustenance, sleep, and.the outhouses every single day? It almost feels cruel that they’ve subjected me to such a life.” “Huh, well…food is such a simple temptation.” Narinder remarked, grimacing at the rumbling of his stomach. “And I hate how even I have fallen for it.how I hunger in this pathetic mortal shell.” Placing a paw over it, he looked away from you in shame. ![]() “And so you agreed to join this cult for the rest of your days?” When I asked the Lamb how they knew, they just said they could read minds and saw my suffering.” “I got to eat actual food!” The memories made you beam with pride and renewed faith in your leader. “Nobody knew my name at the time, and yet they treated me like family. “Ah, yes.we do have plenty of those here.” I was too scared to say anything, but.next thing I knew.bam! There was a huge feast!” They looked at me for only a moment and took me to their temple. I was so hungry all the time, I felt like Heket placed a curse on me.even after she was gone.” You sighed, before perking up with a smile. “So I left and met the Lamb. The Lands of the Old Faith were very harsh–even adults struggled to scavenge and return home safely. “Even children had to fend for themselves?” He blinked. I prayed for a safe trip and good meals, but…those prayers only got me seeds and grassy gruel for dinner.” “In my old cult, we had to go out into the Lands to find our food. "Oh! Well um.I’m the first and only kid for now.” “Wait? You weren’t.born here?” Narinder muttered with a raised eyebrow, now curious about your past. “Since when did the Lamb decide to indoctrinate children?” “Not really.” You shrugged. “When I first joined, they found out I was hungry before I said anything.” “That you’re not even safe inside your own head? That your precious “leader” can see into your mind at any time? Doesn’t it scare you?” “I don’t care what they think!!” His teeth became bared, eyes glowing red, though he did calm down shortly after as he sighed and stared at you. You tilted your head, pouting slightly. “I wouldn’t say that out loud, The One Who Waits-” How I wish to rip that crown off their head and reclaim what was once mine.” “Of course I know that, little morsel.” He huffed. Had that damned lamb sent you here to taunt him?ĭid they expect he’ll let you get away with it just because you were a child? No fear in your eyes whatsoever.īut your remark didn’t stop him from scoffing loudly, feeling utterly insulted by the reminder. Of course, not many dared to question their leader’s choice to spare him…but it didn’t stop others from dissenting and spreading rumors, or just simply being terrified of him.Īmazingly, you weren’t among those people. And he was surprised at how welcoming the cult was. This life was still very new for him, as he lived here for only a single day thus far. He was the bishop of death, the very figure that the Lamb made their acolytes worship.now reduced to a humble servant. Your bravery in speaking to him–let alone approaching him–was a surprise considering his reputation. But this was a child’s for sure.Īnd he was right when he looked down and saw you, the youngest in the cult, dressed in similar red robes. Sure, some of them had higher-pitched voices. This one sounded much younger than the majority of the cult members. ![]() I wouldn’t make such a grumpy face around them.” “You know our gracious leader can read minds. Until one day, his prayers were answered in the form of a weathered grimoire.‘Never have I felt so humiliated by that damned lamb.making me toil in the hot sun. The Lamb knew this was nigh impossible, for what cult could function without a leader? Despite knowing this, he still prayed for a break from his taxing work. Yet countless years spent nurturing and appeasing his flock has left him weary and eager for an opportunity to forego his responsibilities for the briefest of moments. His cult thrived and expanded, his word second to none and his reign absolute over the land. That was the question that plagued the Lamb after his triumph over heretics and death alike. Accomplishing such things leaves one soaring high in their lives until a single question blindsides them. Getting revenge after a lifetime of wrong, standing at the top of a company after starting as a janitor. There is always a sense of wonder when one reaches theirs goals, especially if said goals seemed impossible. That_guy_who_writes Fandoms: Cult of the Lamb (Video Game), Hazbin Hotel (Web Series), Helluva Boss (Web Series)
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